He wants to fuck me. I’ve always known this. His eyes linger on my breasts. My big fat ass. We get together once a year, just the two of us. This time I’m wearing something that will signal I want him too. Three things only. A killer cocktail dress, my fuck me pumps and Chanel No. 5. My legs are like silk. My pussy too. I walk to our table. Apparently, my brother-in-law couldn't make it tonight. Asked my sister to step in...

My niece and I have a tradition. Every year, we wear the same uniform and sell cookies together. Hers fits better. Same neighbourhood. It’s a good crowd. Some people buy a box in the afternoon while we knock on doors. Most wait. After dark. Whole cases are sold. My niece always asks how I manage it. I tell her it’s just persistence. She wins the school cookie drive every year.

It's a warm Friday evening, perfect in every way, and tonight my girlfriend is finally coming over. I don't see her as often as I'd like, but that's for another time. She arrives, her scent lifting my mood higher, her body wrapped in tight lycra. She pecks my cheek, then heads straight to the bedroom. I roll on the condom and enter her, missionary. Her thighs clamp around me as I drown in her beauty. I finish fast. She ta...

The studio was colder than I expected. Not from a temperature perspective, more the atmosphere. The white light leaving no shadow to hide in, a camera already pointed at the couch and a monitor turned slightly toward where I would sit. The man at the door didn’t greet me, just closed the door behind me once I had passed and let the click of the latch settle. He was shorter than I'd imagined, a lived-in face and a faint sm...

My ride denied. Natures cruelest trick Day three, crimson tide. All I want is some... My darkest desires, They come to the fore. My mind is on fire. Right now, I'm a whore. These thoughts that I'm having, though soon will pass. Fuck my mouth like a pussy, maybe even my... The inner porn star in me, no longer hides. It's day three, and I'm horny. Fuck you, crimson tide.

Pulp's Disco 2000. It's my song. If you know the song, you know the story. A guy longs for a girl out of his league, and she was out of my league. In my case, however, her name wasn't Deborah. Her name was Nadine. I'd moved away, met a truly amazing woman, and married her. But do you ever really forget the first person who taught you how painful falling for someone can be? I won't bore you with the backstory; you're not h...

Damn this dress. Why did I wear this? I asked myself this question for perhaps the hundredth time. "Wear that little black dress," he said. "You look crazy hot in it," he said. He’s right. I do look hot in it. The problem is, he wasn't here to appreciate it. "Sorry, honey, something's come up at work. Promise I will make it up to you." I didn't reply. I reread the message while finishing the large glass of wine I had been...